It was peace for everyone except for the maids. Diana ordered every maid that catered to Princess Shira to assemble. It's going to be another nightmarish session for them today.
"WHIPPPP... 'Hieeek!'"
"WHIPPPP... aah!"
"WHIPPPP... ughhh!"
Sounds of whipping and pained groans were heard from the princess's room. There were fifteen maids made to kneel on the cold floor, their bodies visible outside their dresses, burning with red whip marks.
"WHIPPPP...," Miss Diana mercilessly swung her whip again. Nanny Mercy twitched in pain, tears uncontrollably rolling out of her eyes.
"Madame Diana, please... please stop this. Don't hurt them more," cried the princess, forced to stay still sitting on her bed. If she moved from that place, the whiplashes would increase for the maids.
"No, Princess. It is not your fault. It's them who didn't relay proper information to you. They are not good at their jobs," said Diana and started whipping again.
